After the Breakup, the Seductive Beauty-Type Omega Became Obsessed - Chapter 27

Chapter 27: I heard you dumped that little canary?

The next day, Zhou Tian and Xia Ruo arrived in the Maldives. With the brilliant sun, the blue ocean, and the golden beach, the place was nothing short of stunning.

Bathed in the warm sunlight, their moods improved significantly. The gloom and heartache that had clung to them seemed to dissipate.

Zhou Tian lounged lazily under a sun umbrella, wearing sunglasses. Soft, upbeat music played in her ears — it was all incredibly comfortable.

Meanwhile, Xia Ruo was happily sipping coconut water and taking photos.

“This place is amazing! If I had known, I would’ve come here during my last vacation!” Xia Ruo couldn’t help but sigh in delight.

“Yeah, and there are so many pretty ladies here too. Sister Xia, that Omega from earlier kept glancing at you!” Zhou Tian teased.

“Tch… I’m not that popular, okay? She was probably looking at you.” Xia Ruo waved dismissively.

“No way! You’re absolutely gorgeous today. Why don’t you go strike up a conversation?” Zhou Tian said jokingly.

“No thanks, I just want to relax on this trip. I’m not in the mood for romance right now.” Xia Ruo sighed, then added seriously, “And listen, you need to stop with all that lovey-dovey stuff too. Now that you’ve got no backer, you better work hard! When we get back, you’re going to dive into your schedule, understand?”

“Got it, Sister Xia! Mission accepted!” Zhou Tian gave a mock salute.

By dusk, the fiery red sun sank below the horizon, casting its reflection on the dark blue sea. The sky and sea blended seamlessly, with vibrant clouds streaking across the boundary. The colors were dazzlingly beautiful.

Moved by the view, Zhou Tian’s brows twitched slightly. She turned and retrieved her guitar from the bedroom. Plucking the strings gently, musical notes began to dance in the air.

Xia Ruo was just about to call her for dinner when she saw Zhou Tian deep in songwriting, humming softly. She immediately pulled out her phone and began recording, quietly sitting to the side.

She looked up at the brilliant sky — twilight hues, the sun sinking into red and purple clouds — perfectly matching the melody Zhou Tian was playing. A subtle sadness flowed from the music, gradually deepening, yet somehow remaining gentle and warm…

Who knew how the finished song would turn out?

Over the past year or two, Zhou Tian had written a good number of songs. But of the ones she sang herself, only the first had gained some attention — the rest flopped without a sound.

Eventually, she began writing songs for others instead.

Maybe she hit a creative wall. Or maybe staying around Wen Mingzhi for too long had stifled her thoughts and emotions.

It was a bit disappointing. But Xia Ruo never pressured Zhou Tian — neither of them brought it up deliberately.

Their current approach to work was simple: take on any suitable gigs, go with the flow, no need to force anything. As a result, Zhou Tian had stayed in this stagnant phase — not up, not down — without any real breakthroughs.

Now, with her creative spark finally reignited, Xia Ruo was excited and joyful.

The melody already sounded promising — reminiscent of when she first heard Zhou Tian perform live. It had spirit.

After finishing one section of the song, Zhou Tian let the guitar fall silent and gently tapped it. She looked up into the distance.

The sky was a deep indigo. A crescent moon hung in one corner, bright and clear.

“Sister Xia, I’m starving,” Zhou Tian stood up, carrying her guitar indoors.

“Let’s go eat then. There’s a ton of seafood tonight!” Xia Ruo hooked an arm around her shoulders.

“…”

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, Wen Mingzhi was preparing to eat lunch. Her group of friends had come to visit.

Fei Xing’en immediately grabbed a pair of chopsticks. “Knew Mingzhi would have good food — this lunch is from Xingyue Zhai!”

Shen Yishuang was a beat late taking out her utensils. “Is this restaurant that good?”

Xu Baiqiu replied, “Not bad. But my restaurant’s still the best — you’re all welcome to try it sometime!”

Situ Yujia smiled politely. “Xingyue Zhai’s chef used to work in Mingzhi’s household — he’s a national-level master.”

Wen Mingzhi, cigarette in hand, strolled over from behind her desk. “What brings all of you here?”

Fei Xing’en pouted, “Hmph, can’t we come see you?”

Xu Baiqiu added dryly, “Look at that attitude.”

Shen Yishuang laughed, “I’m leaving this afternoon anyway, figured we should catch up.”

Situ Yujia raised her teacup and glanced over. “I heard you dumped that little canary?”

At that, Assistant Chen, standing nearby, swallowed nervously. That was definitely a sore subject.

Recently, the air around Wen Mingzhi had been thick with tension — all because of Zhou Tian.

“Heh…” Wen Mingzhi didn’t answer. She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and took a deep breath. Smoke wafted around her slowly.

The glass reflected her taut expression. Only then did she realize her brows were furrowed and her eyes lost in deep thought — a hesitation stirred by emotions she once considered insignificant.

She frowned and closed her eyes, trying to shut those feelings out.

Assistant Chen, watching all this, thought to himself: “Isn’t it more like Zhou Tian dumped her?”

Fei Xing’en chewed on a piece of tuna. “So, you really tossed Zhou Tian aside for that fiancée you’ve never even met?”

Xu Baiqiu tasted her seafood beef stew. “Zhou Tian seemed alright. No need to go that far.”

Shen Yishuang sighed, “This food is amazing. Mingzhi, why didn’t you recommend this place to me sooner?”

Situ Yujia chimed in indifferently, “Eh, it’s easy to replace her. Plenty of alphas around. Doesn’t Qihua Entertainment have a whole bunch of pretty darlings?”
—She could accept alphas coming and going around Wen Mingzhi, but she couldn’t bear to see her fixated on just one. That was the real danger.

Fei Xing’en glared. “Situ Yujia! Are you seriously trying to go after my gorgeous Mingzhi!?”

“…”

“Just eat your food,” Wen Mingzhi sighed faintly, drowning in the chatter of her friends. Her cigarette burned out, and she stubbed it out in the crystal ashtray.

“Mingzhi, aren’t you eating?” Situ Yujia glanced up at her, sensing a strange loneliness in her elegant posture.

Something about it felt off.

“Not hungry.” Wen Mingzhi pulled out another cigarette.

Xu Baiqiu casually asked, “Have you been smoking too much lately?”

Holding the cigarette between her pale, slender fingers, Wen Mingzhi paused mid-motion after hearing that.

“Something going on? Big project coming up?” Fei Xing’en asked curiously.

Wen Mingzhi didn’t respond. The cigarette met her crimson lips.

“Maybe it’s that rare earth company project in S City?” Shen Yishuang guessed.

Xu Baiqiu remarked, “You’re involved in everything, Mingzhi.”

Situ Yujia muttered thoughtfully, “Sounds promising. Maybe I should invest in a rare earth company too?”

“…”

Wen Mingzhi said nothing. She stood with her back to them at the window, cigarette in hand, smoke lingering thickly in the air, never dispersing.

Meanwhile, Assistant Chen quietly ate, thinking: What big project? Everything’s been going smoothly lately…

“…”

Back on the island in the Maldives, dark clouds gathered overhead. Rain poured down, pounding the ocean’s surface and creating countless dark pits like deep, gaping maws threatening to devour everything.

Zhou Tian stood on the balcony, gazing into the distance. The oppressive weather pressed down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. The sorrow and pain she had tried to bury slowly began to resurface.

Her brows furrowed tightly, lips pressed together, eyes welling with unshed tears. She let out a deep sigh, her round eyes shimmering with moisture — it was as if she, too, was crying.

“Tiantian, what are you doing out here in this rain?” Xia Ruo rushed over and pulled her inside.

“Look at you — soaked to the bone.” She wrapped a towel over Zhou Tian’s head and wiped her wet clothes.

Zhou Tian didn’t speak. She forced a smile, holding back the pain in her chest.

“If you don’t want to smile, then don’t. I’m not a stranger, am I?” Xia Ruo glared. “It’s okay. If you want to cry, then cry…”

“…Wuwuwu, Sister Xia… I’m so useless… It’s been days, and I’m still crying over her…” Zhou Tian choked out the words, tears spilling freely. She finally gave up holding back and sobbed uncontrollably in Xia Ruo’s arms.

“There, there… it’s okay. It’s normal to cry after a breakup, alright?” Xia Ruo patted her gently, comforting her.

“Mm… I’m crying because of the breakup, not because of her…” Zhou Tian sniffled.

“…”

Later that afternoon, the sky cleared. The clouds parted, and golden sunlight sparkled over the blue ocean like scattered diamonds swaying with the waves.

Zhou Tian, having cried it out, felt much better.

On her phone, Wen Qingying messaged saying she was coming over to hang out. Friends coming to visit lifted her spirits even more.

“Tiantian, let’s go out for a walk. We’re starting to get bored in the hotel.” Xia Ruo slung an arm around her shoulder.

“Sure.” Zhou Tian agreed readily.

In the hotel lobby, a screen displayed an advertisement — a photo of Wen Mingzhi and Lü Ningyue, with small print reading: Spokesperson: Lü Ningyue.

Zhou Tian looked up and saw it.

Xia Ruo instantly tugged her away, clearly nervous. “Tiantian, let’s go outside for a walk…”

They had been avoiding saying “Wen Mingzhi” for days now — yet her photo was now boldly displayed in the hotel itself.

“Wait… Sister Xia, did Lü Ningyue become a spokesperson for Qisheng products? Are they working together?” Zhou Tian frowned.

“I think so.” Xia Ruo had been in Qisheng’s entertainment division long enough to know some insider info, even if she hadn’t kept up with all the details.

“How did she end up working with Wen Mingzhi?” Zhou Tian was shocked.

“Who knows? Maybe the opportunity just came up,” Xia Ruo guessed.

“But Lü Ningyue is my friend… she knows about me and Wen Mingzhi… How could she work with her?” Zhou Tian was puzzled.

“…Maybe it’s just coincidence? Stuff like this happens in showbiz,” Xia Ruo offered.

“Alright…” Zhou Tian brushed it aside.

They’d barely reclined on their beach chairs when some friendly tourists invited them to join a game of beach volleyball.

Caught up in the fun, all worries — including thoughts of Wen Mingzhi — vanished from Zhou Tian’s mind.

Later, Wen Qingying arrived. She’d even booked the same hotel.

“Zhou Tian! Long time no see!” Wen Qingying beamed, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a fresh floral dress that fit the island vibe perfectly.

“It’s been a while!” Zhou Tian helped her with her suitcase.

—

“She completed the termination process?” Wen Mingzhi suddenly spoke again.

“It’s officially finalized, signed off and effective,” Assistant Chen replied cautiously.

The moment the words landed, silence filled the car.

Raindrops splashed hard against the glass, the sound like stones striking metal, yet Wen Mingzhi remained quiet, her long lashes casting a faint shadow on her cold cheeks. Her eyes—calm and unwavering—were fixed on the darkened streets outside the window. The city was completely washed in gray. Dim streetlights flickered faintly, blurred by sheets of rain.

After a long while, she finally murmured, “Got it.”

Assistant Chen thought she would say more—but that was it. No more questions. No more reactions.

But her slender fingers unconsciously pressed against her knee, slowly curling.

She didn’t seem to realize it herself.

—

The next morning in the Maldives, the sun once again emerged, chasing away the lingering humidity and darkness from yesterday’s downpour.

On the beach, golden sunlight shimmered across the gentle waves. A group of people gathered near the volleyball net, laughter mingling with the sea breeze.

“Smash it! That’s it! Ahhh, so close!” Wen Qingying shouted cheerfully as she cheered for her team.

On the sidelines, Zhou Tian was drinking coconut water again, sitting under an umbrella, her head resting lazily on Summer Ruo’s shoulder.

“You’re not going to play?” Summer Ruo asked, lifting a brow.

“I’m tired.” Zhou Tian half-closed her eyes. “Let me enjoy some peace.”

“You’re just lazy.”

“Correct.” Zhou Tian didn’t even bother denying it. “Anyway, Qingying and the others are way more athletic. I’ll just be the cute one on the sidelines.”

Summer Ruo laughed and flicked her forehead. “Cute your head.”

Not far away, Wen Qingying waved her arms. “Zhou Tian, come here! We’re short one person!”

“Ah?” Zhou Tian lifted her sunglasses. “But I’m already a cute cheerleader!”

“No use! Get your butt over here!” Wen Qingying pointed, a smile wide across her face. “Loser has to sing karaoke tonight!”

That made Zhou Tian groan. “You’re threatening me with karaoke now?”

Summer Ruo chuckled beside her. “Come on, it’s just a game. You’ll have fun.”

Eventually, Zhou Tian stood up with exaggerated reluctance, brushing the sand from her dress. “Okay, okay, but I’m warning you all—my volleyball skills are at kindergarten level.”

The game resumed.

Laughter and shouting filled the beach, the golden sunlight falling softly across the players and umbrellas. It was the kind of vacation memory you’d store in the deepest corners of your heart, to be pulled out years later with a smile.

But in a quiet moment, during a break in the game, Zhou Tian found herself gazing out toward the endless sea.

Her smile dimmed.

She still remembered that white suit, that graceful figure standing beside another woman.

She blinked slowly and forced a smile back on. Some things—some people—just couldn’t be buried that easily.

“Hey! Zone out again?” Wen Qingying waved a hand in front of her. “You’re spacing!”

“Nothing.” Zhou Tian shook her head, her voice breezy. “Just admiring the view.”

But in her chest, something stirred faintly—restless and unresolved.

—

Meanwhile, back in the city, a headline quietly climbed up the trending charts:

Exclusive: Qisheng Group’s CEO Wen Mingzhi Appears with Actress Lü Ningyue at Industry Gala

The photo—Wen Mingzhi in a white suit, walking beside the youthful and beautiful Lü Ningyue—spread quickly.

Comments flooded in:

CP vibes?!!
Wait… wasn’t Wen Mingzhi rumored to be dating another female artist before?
Where’s Zhou Tian??
That was probably just gossip. Lü Ningyue is definitely more “suitable.

In her office, Wen Mingzhi leaned back in her leather chair, staring silently at the screen.

Her phone vibrated.

Assistant Chen messaged:

The PR team has already begun managing the comments. Do you want to clarify?

Wen Mingzhi didn’t respond.

Instead, she picked up the phone and typed a message, fingers hovering mid-air for a long time.

In the end, she deleted it.

She lit another cigarette.

The bitter, dry smoke filled the room, but did nothing to ease the sting under her chest.

If Zhou Tian really saw the news, would she feel anything?

Would she… care?

She pressed her hand against her temple and closed her eyes.

What’s the point of asking?

The one who walked away—was her.

Even though, deep down, she had wanted to chase after her.